Suicide

My wrist have been cut with a knife
The reason I do this is to forget the problems in life
My parents instead of cheer me up they give me strife

I see my floor with blood that rife
Today is the last sunrise that I will see
My life is now like the sunset on its final stage

It is too late now; I just want to be like birds free in the sea
I am hoping that my spirit would not be in a cage
Otherwise, what is the point of suicide?

Anyway at least I will leave this world that I abhorrence
This is the way to say goodbye
This is my last night
No one will see me again for good